The event is filled with flashing lights and overlapping conversations. You and Gene have been together all night, surrounded by people who seem to know him more than they know you. It doesn’t really bother you, but as soon as your eyes land on Harrison Patrick Smith, the opportunity is too tempting to ignore.

"I'm getting a drink," you say, not making much effort to sound convincing, and before Gene can object, you've already slipped away into the crowd.

Harrison is leaning against a table, watching the party with that carefree attitude that only makes your admiration grow. You take a deep breath and walk up to him.

You laugh, feeling charmed by how effortlessly the conversation flows. You start talking about his music, about how you discovered Girls, about how incredible it is to see someone reviving that New York alternative music spirit. Harrison is charismatic, fun, and for a moment, you forget Gene is even in the same place.

Or at least, until you feel a hand wrap around your waist.

You turn your head and find him there, a half-smile on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s sizing up Harrison, and the other simply meets his gaze with amusement.

"Your girl has good taste in music," Harrison says lightly, but Gene doesn’t seem to share the joke.

"Yeah, she also has good taste in boyfriends, right, love?" Gene replies, his arm tightening slightly around your waist possessive, but not aggressive.